Cat Sad Diary Novels & Stories

She closed her eyes, silently calling herself an idiot. The next morning, Lison got out of bed. He wasn’t going to work that day, but his habit of waking up early was deeply ingrained. He glanced at Libia, who was still asleep with her mouth slightly open. He exhaled heavily, grabbed his phone from the nightstand, and left the room feeling pathetic. The girl wasn’t any better than Emily, or any other woman he’d been involved with. So why was she confusing him? Tiodor took a deep breath. When he reached the dining room, he sat down and checked his phone, making sure there were no important messages. Fifteen missed calls from Sarah. He read her messages:

I could feel strong resentment from his gaze, burning and scorching my skin. “That looks awful. Do you need to go to the hospital to get it checked?” He cares? Hell must be freezing! “Nah. I am good.” I cut him off bluntly, wrenching a scoff from him. Just like that, the good mood was quickly flushed away. “So…” Diana commenced after I lowered down to the seat opposite him. She didn’t bother sitting. She probably had ADHD. The woman hardly sat down. “We received an invitation from the Cattanio-Aldermen household.” She beamed like she had announced the best news in the world ever.

“Relax, I am not angry. I do not allow animals in the apartments because the tenants complain about the noise, but I am not crazy to let a poor abandoned puppy die.” Cali thinks that day was the strangest of her life. People were behaving very strangely, and seeing Mr. Timothy in front of her was the last thing her understanding about the world was all wrong.

The tree and the lake had provided her with the perfect sanctuary, allowing her to pour her soul onto the pages of her diary. As she stood up and turned to leave, Senthaiz cast one last glance at the tree and the lake. They stood as witnesses to her thoughts and emotions, a testament to the power of nature's embrace and the catharsis of self-expression. With her diary held close to her heart, she walked away, carrying the serenity and inspiration of that special place within her. As Senthaiz gathered her belongings and prepared to leave the peaceful spot beneath the tree, her loyal companion Poppy trotted over with an excited wag of her tail. The fluffy brown and white dog bounded towards Se

“Mrrroww!” A blur of white, orange, and black clawed at the interview room window. A calico cat—tail fluffed in indignation—stood on its hind legs, pawing frantically. Clenched in its teeth was a worn, yellowed folder. “That cat again?!” The academic director stood, sighing in irritation. “It’s been raiding the kitchen for fish all week.” But Takuto’s eyes widened. Through the dusty glass, he saw it—the corner of a logo he knew all too well.

▄︻デ══━一 COLTON HAYES💥 I had a list of things I wanted to tackle today. A damn good list, too. The kind that should’ve kept me busy from sunup to sundown, handling the animals, checking on the new foals, and making sure the workers were staying on top of things. But before I could even get started, I ran into Catia. She was lingering near the barn, arms crossed over her chest, bottom lip tucked between her teeth the way she did when something was eating at her.

**David’s POV** Here in my New York apartment, as the relentless city rain echoes my mood, I find myself repeatedly drawn to the old, worn pages of Scarlet’s diary. This morning, the echoes of last night's indulgence weigh heavy, a migraine pulsing in the background as I numb it with the usual analgesic. But the diary demands attention once again. I flip to the last entry, a letter penned for me, her "Bumblebee," written in a moment of profound solitude and clarity.

My baby probably don't want to see me crying like a weak person. Sighing, I stood up and went to the table to get some water... Lemon Water... It's lemon water... The maids brought me lemon water instead of normal water. I am confused but I divert mind to the diary placed in the table. The doctor also advised me to spend some rime whith my d Right... I was planing of reading the it anyways. Picking up the diary, I went back to my bed and read it. I'm already at this long? It's odd though. The owner of this diary started to question everything. Until the only content of the diary was questions about her family.

I would feel uncomfortable if I did not write something down. Susan sat quietly on the only sofa in the room and opened my diary. [Today is my first date with Jenson. I joked that I wanted to eat two ice creams. He immediately bought two ice creams and gave them to me. He said I smiled like a fool. I'm not a fool. Still, this is the first time someone is willing to listen to me.] Susan paused for a long while at the last sentence before turning the page. As she turned page by page, the happiness in my life suddenly shattered as recorded on one of the pages.

Dear Diary, I'm so sorry I didn't have time to write yesterday but trust me the wait was worth it. I didn't even get back to my dorm room until 4am and at that point I was in no state to write an entry. Honestly I still don't know exactly how to even begin to explain the rollercoaster that was the past two days. I mean last time I wrote everything was so much simpler than it is now. I mean I literally feel like a different person right now after kissing three different girls and yet I feel more scared than ever to come out. I'm sorry I'm getting a head of myself, let's start with yesterday before I spoil the whole story.